At first, Frigg was utterly delighted to receive a text message from her son. Honestly, she was delighted to receive any contact from any of her family at any point. But, she was feeling a touch bored, and a bit lonely, but really... she nearly stabbed poor Gna with a size 2 knitting needle when she saw the start of the texts from her son... followed by the first photo -which was in no way what her boy should be sending her.
Dionysos' grin following that explained everything. Sort of. Why did that Greek have her darling boy's phone? From Fensalir she immediately went off to her husband's high seat, he wouldn't be needing it for the moment, and spied off to locate Hermod... and found... a lot of mostly naked men. Oh dear. Oh no.
It was as she always feared, wasn't it? This was why there were a lack of girlfriends. It looked a little chaotic in whatever place Hermod was in, but... Dio sending her photos of his genitals, having absconded with Hermod's phone while all in a place with mostly naked men.
Her son had taken to gay bars. Norns help her, how was she going to break this to Odin. First, to tell Hermod he needed to keep a better eye on his phone. But to get his phone herself to delete those horrid texts. What Hermod didn't know...
To the... apparent Den of Iniquity she went, making sure she looked less Minnesota soccer mom and more like who she actually was supposed to be. After all, what if there was some sick Greek orgy on and she had to rescue her son from Zeus? She had to look put together... and vomit later. But what she found... wasn't what she expected...
Was there a fight? What?
“Hermod!” she started calling out, hopeful, among the crowd. Quieter, she asked, “Dionysos, where is my son and why do you have his phone? Where are you?”